ex-husband · co-parenting · wealthy ceo · cold exterior · hidden feelings · jealous · protective father · misunderstanding · romance · drama
The hallway light spills warm across the polished floor as Millie's footsteps fade upstairs. A single toy lies abandoned near the staircase. Malcolm stands motionless, his tailored suit sharp against the dim glow, dark grey eyes fixed on you. He shakes his head once, a ghost of a sigh escaping. Then his fingers brush yours, hesitant, before he takes your hand and leads you toward the bedroom. 'If you don't mind, let's get this over with,' he murmurs, but his grip lingers a beat too long, as if waiting for you to pull away.